-Dinnertime-
Opening the front door, Rin stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her and locking it. Holding her ring of keys in her palm, she took a deep breath as she walked, trying to clear her mind of the day's troubles.Hopefully Seikai is slapping the cuffs on Onigumo right now. Arriving at Maru's door, Rin knocked, waiting for him to open the door. When no one came, Rin knocked harder, already imagining the worst. Hearing footsteps on the other side of the door, Rin's heart calmed down, and she put a smile on her face for when he opened the door. The front door swung inward, revealing a tousled Maru with an oven mitt on his right hand. He looked frustrated, and Rin could only guess what was wrong. The man can't cook... Well, all dream guys had their one flaw, and Rin supposed it was all right that cooking was Maru's flaw.
"Cook books aren't what they're cracked up to be," Maru laughed out, seeing the smirk on Rin's face. She looked at his loose hair, his gray t-shirt, and his black slacks, all as casual as Maru probably got, unless you counted his behavior when he had nothing on at all. That was certainly casual. Maru stepped back to let Rin in, closing the door behind her. Rin could smell that the dinner was burnt, but she would see the damage before ordering delivery. She took off her shoes, setting them near the door.
"What were you making?" she asked, stepping into his kitchen to look at the stove. Maru came in behind her, landing a kiss on her cheek before walking to the stove.
"Spaghetti. The meat is burnt, though...I guess I didn't read the heat settings correctly," he said, stirring the red sauce in the pan, which was dotted with little chunks of blackened beef.
"Oh, well...you can try again some other time...when you have proper supervision," Rin joked, standing next to him. Maru sighed and leaned forward to turn off the stove, dropping the oven mitt onto the counter.
"So...Greek, Italian?" Maru ventured, his eyebrow raised as he looked down at her. Rin smiled, gently biting on her lower lip. This is just too easy. Wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her chest against his body, Rin answered,
"Pizza...it takes them an hour to get here." She slid her hand down his back, curving her palm around one of his buttocks. Maru's mouth dropped open only slightly, and he gripped her shoulders in his hands. Closing his mouth, he swallowed, and Rin watched his eyes cloud over as he licked his lips. Pulling away, Rin found Maru's phone on the wall, and ran her finger down the number list pinned to the corkboard next to the phone. Finding a restaurant called Pomodoro, which had the word 'pizza' written next to it, Rin dialed the number, listening to a couple of rings before a lady with a thick New York accent picked up.
"Pomodoro, what'll ya have?" she said. She sounded nice enough, so Rin asked about their pizzas. The lady gasped as if she just asked her what chocolate was like, and began rambling off about Pomodoro's great pizzas, sounding as if she ate one every day. Rin listened with some amusement, but immediately became distracted once Maru slid his arms around her and leaned down to kiss the side of her neck.
"And their pepperoni...Loooord knows I eat way too much of their pepperoni! You should try it! It's got this great mozzarella cheese with a hint of..." the lady said, fairly gushing with love for Pomodoro's pizza. Rin put the mouthpiece of the phone away from her mouth, sighing as Maru's hands slid underneath her shirt. One took the high road and one took the low road. Rin flattened her hand against the wall in front of her as Maru unbuttoned her jeans with one hand while the other cupped one of her breasts, gently grazing the tip with his palm.
"Ohh! And the tomato sauce! Giiiiiiirl, you would not believe how deliiiiicious their tomaaaato sauce is! Loooord, I'm getting hungry just thinking about it! So, uhm, what'll ya have then, hon?" she finally asked, and the silence woke up Rin from her reverie. Trying to sound normal, Rin asked for a medium cheese pizza. Maru, having loosened Rin's pants, slid his hand inside and cupped her between her legs. Rin covered up the mouthpiece, groaning as the lady squealed and asked if she wanted a topping. Rin managed to say "no" before the lady asked for her address. She could feel Maru's arousal against her backside and knew he could probably feel her nipple hardening underneath the cloth of her bra. Not sure how she did it, Rin responded with a normal tone, giving the lady Maru's address. The lady thanked her for her patronage and gave her an amount and approximate time of arrival before abruptly hanging up, most likely to go find some pizza to eat. Once the line was dead, Rin managed to put the receiver back on the hook, sighing with a high voice as Maru slid a finger inside her body.
"An hour?" Maru asked, his voice gruff as he pumped a single digit into her body, which was warm and wet. Rin's heart was pounding fast, and she pressed back against Maru's pelvis.
"Yes, an hour," Rin gasped out, bringing her hands away from the wall to push the waist of her jeans down. They dropped to the floor around her ankles, bringing her panties with them. Maru brought his hand away from the warmth of her body, bringing it up to her chest as she kicked her pants to the side. Unhooking the front of her bra, Maru brought up the hem of her shirt and tucked it inside the bra straps, leaving her breasts in open air as he removed his own clothing. Rin stayed where she was with her hands against the wall and her body almost completely bare. Moaning when Maru's arousal met her backside, Rin pressed her hind end back against his body. Maru curled his arms around her again, leaning them forward a bit more and asking Rin to spread her stance. Reaching down in front of her, Maru slid his longest finger along the seam of her lips, opening them gently and rubbing the smooth inner flesh.
"Plenty of time," Maru huskily said. Rin made an agreeing noise and tilted her head to one side when Maru's mouth met the skin on her neck. He rubbed the small, hard jewel of Rin's body, which forced a loud groan from the back of her throat. Then splaying two of his fingers to spread her open, Maru guided himself inside, panting as he squeezed into her tight passage. Rin's breath caught in her throat, and she sighed his name as he pressed into her body. Setting a fast pace, Maru braced his hands outside of Rin's against the wall and pumped into her steadily. Rin spread her feet a bit further apart, mouth open as he hit home with force.
"Maru...uhhhnnn...so deep..." Rin sighed, feeling her body jerk towards her hands. Maru felt his groin tighten in reaction to her lustful words, but he held his own and swiveled his hips as he penetrated, making Rin's thighs shake. Bringing one hand away from the wall, Maru smoothed his palm down Rin's side and over her stomach, finding the sensitive pearl near her entrance and pushing it against his arousal as he thrust into her. Rin gasped, crying out with a high voice. "S—so good! Uhhhnnn—Maru!" So close... With his warm body against her back and his harsh breathing in her ear, Rin was overwhelmed. She felt incredibly dizzy, and silently thanked the wall for supporting her.
"Do you want me to go harder?" Maru asked. He sounded breathless and young, and Rin loved his voice when it sounded like that.
"Yes...go harder," Rin answered, moaning when he increased the force of his thrusts, pressing her little jewel in the right places. Letting a frantic cry escape, Rin squeezed her eyes shut as her inner muscles clamped down upon the thick length stretching her from the inside.
Maru puffed warm air over her ear a couple of times before groaning through gritted teeth and holding himself at the mouth of her womb as he spilled his hot seed to intermix with Rin's body. Rin stood there in a daze, vaguely aware of how warm her womanhood felt, how full it felt, and how it still gently throbbed with pleasure. Maru took a few calming breaths, pulling out of Rin but holding onto her torso with both arms. I love this woman. Raising his head, he glanced at the clock on the wall—they still had forty minutes. Grinning against her back, Maru waited until Rin took her hands away from the wall and leaned back with him, setting her hands over his forearms.
"That was nice," Rin said, smiling contentedly. Leaning her head back, Rin looked up at Maru, noticing the amusement playing about his lips. "What's so funny?" she asked. Gasping, Rin looked at Maru in surprised shock upon feeling his arousal returning already. Releasing her, Maru grabbed onto her hand and tugged her along to his bedroom before flipping on the lights. Turning abruptly to engulf Rin in his arms, Maru pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Rin's lips, half-carrying her to the bed. Falling back onto the bed with a huff, which got a screaming giggle out of Rin, Maru rolled onto his back, bringing Rin with him, and continued his assault on her mouth with one hand on the back of her head and the other on the back of her thigh.
"You smell good," he hoarsely whispered, inhaling the scent of Rin's hair as he brought his knees up behind her.
"So do you," Rin retorted, kissing along his jawline. The hand on her rear squeezed the flesh underneath and slipped down to gingerly spread her open, positioning his full-fledged arousal at her entrance. Then bracing his elbow on the bed, Maru brought them both up to a sitting position, which seated Rin onto his length down to the hilt. Rin made one of Maru's favorite sounds, and he took hold of the breasts in front of him, massaging one while licking the other. Feeling a thin layer of perspiration forming on her body, Rin thought of the shower she would have to take later—or rather of whom she would shower with later. Maru released her breasts from his grasp, and instead held onto her backside, rocking his body slightly. Rin took the not-so-subtle hint and began to move with him, pulling and pushing her body over his thick length. She grabbed onto his shoulders to brace herself, taking several long minutes to build up the tension.
"R—Rin...go faster," Maru gasped out, gritting his teeth when Rin clenched her inner muscles. Rin complied, working quickly up to hard thrusts that made the bed protest. Her breasts lightly bounced as she moved, and she could feel Maru's warm breath on her chest. Panting and whimpering with need to climax, Rin let her head fall back. Bringing one hand around, Maru pressed his thumb to the sensitive nub above her entrance, pushing it in the right place and eliciting a high-pitched cry from Rin. She brought herself down hard on him a few more times before seating herself and loudly groaning. Maru grunted, clenching his jaw and spilling himself into her body. Taking shaky breaths, Rin sighed at the sensation of Maru's seed mixing with her body, and released his shoulders from her death grip. Maru lied back upon the bed, setting his hands on Rin's thighs and taking long draughts of air into his lungs. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Rin rolled her hips a few more times, sighing when her body pulsated in reaction. She sat over him for another minute before pulling off and lying down on her side to set her cheek on his shoulder. Maru turned his head to look at the digital clock next to the bed. They still had time, but Maru was so tired that turning his head had taken effort.
Both lied there for a small while, talking quietly and letting their bodies cool off. When it was obvious that they would have to get dressed or else scare the pizza boy, Rin got out of bed and padded over to the kitchen hallway, pulling down her shirt and re-adjusting her bra along the way. She heard Maru follow a little more slowly, and was just buttoning the top of her jeans when he entered the hallway to find his own clothes. Rin blatantly ogled the hard lines of his body, which Maru was no slouch to notice, but Rin turned away into the kitchen with a bright blush on her cheeks, which Maru also noticed. Smirking, he finished dressing and followed her into the kitchen, where she was searching his refrigerator for something.
"Do you mind if I have one of those cans of Poke?" Rin asked, pointing at the red cans in the back. Maru shook his head, checking the clock on the microwave. "I'm starving...feel like I've been working out for hours," Rin joked, pulling out a can and shutting the door. Finally, a knock came on the door, and Maru reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his pants. Rin walked to the door, pulling it open. A hand snatched inside, grabbing the front of her shirt and hauling her into the hallway. Rin heard Maru shout behind her, but a second man was already inside, exchanging punches with him. The man who pulled her out shoved her against the wall, forcing a rag over her mouth soaked in ether. Rin tried not to breathe it in, to push the man away from her, but her vision grayed at the edges and her limbs no longer had as much force. She heard Maru yelling, and tears easily slipped out as the familiar face in front of her sneered in triumph before everything turned black.
-Next Morning-Somewhere in Manhattan-
Rolling over onto her other side, Sango felt for the body that had been curled around her the entire night, but only found empty space. What time is it? Peeking an eye open, Sango didn't see Miroku, but the bedroom window. Across the street, the neon sign was turned off for the day, and the sun was just coming up. Sitting up, Sango looked around the bedroom, but only her own clothes were still there, folded neatly on top of the dresser. All sorts of thoughts began to race through her mind. Maybe he had to go home and change...the CEO can't be seen at the office in wrinkled clothes from the day before. Her eyes drifted down to her nakedness, seeing the almost faded bruise on her collarbone. Or he got what he wanted, and I won't see him again unless it's at the company Christmas party... Feeling her eyes sting, Sango pulled up the sheet on her bed, covering herself. She felt stupid, jumping to conclusions after what each had said to the other last night, but still...he wasn't there. Maybe I'll find a note.
Getting up out of bed, Sango found her robe, lightweight and thigh-length. Shrugging it on and tying the belt, she searched the living room and kitchen for a note, or any sign that he would be back, but found nothing except the faint scent of his cologne after five minutes of searching. Shutting off her mind, Sango began to prepare herself some toast before she would hit the shower. I'll just have to go up to his office today and talk to him. I can't judge him before I know anything. Pressing the button down on the toaster, Sango stood there a couple of seconds in order to calm herself down, but found her vision blurring as she stood next to the toaster.He was probably lying about not having slept with another woman for eighteen months...all to get into my pants. Sango swallowed heavily, reaching blindly into the refrigerator for some strawberry jelly. The toast popped up, and Sango set the jelly down next to her plate, holding the butter knife in her hand. He lied about loving me then... Flattening her palms against the counter, Sango gritted her teeth to hold it in, but she was failing miserably. Her shoulders shook, and her chin dropped down to her chest as the first few hot, salty tears squeezed out of her eyes.
Hearing the front door open, Sango gasped and lifted her head, listening as someone shifted a plastic bag in his hand. Turning around, Sango hastily wiped at the tears on her cheeks. Miroku appeared in front of the kitchen doorway, looking further down the hall. Sango took in his appearance. He was still wearing the clothes he had on the night before, and had two plastic bags in his hands with his jacket draped over one arm. His eyebrows scrunched a bit in confusion, probably because the bedroom door was open when he had left it closed, and he looked to his right, seeing Sango standing there. His mouth fell open the slightest bit, seeing her in that flimsy red robe with her beautiful black hair loose. Looking up at her face, Miroku's eyebrows scrunched in again, and she blinked a few times to make sure the tears were gone from her paranoid mood swing. He walked towards her, setting the bags down on the counter. Standing in front of her, he had a calculating look on his face as he studied her, and she brought up her hands to touch him and make sure he was real.
"Have you been crying?" Miroku whispered, noticing that the redness in her eyes wasn't due to the morning light. When Sango was about to set her hands on his biceps, Miroku grabbed her wrists and brought her arms down, leaning towards her. "Sango, have you been crying? Answer me." Miroku said, showing a glimpse of his tougher CEO persona. Sango nodded, hoping he wouldn't prod too much further. If she told him what she thought he had done, he certainly wouldn't be pleased with her lack of trust. "Why?" Sango inwardly screamed, scrambling to find something to explain away her tears, and breaking eye contact with him by turning her head away. Not coming up with anything good, she was about to put out a lame excuse when he pinned her to the counter and brought his face close. "You thought I pulled a one-night stand, didn't you? That I lied to you... Answer me." He let go of Sango's wrists and turned her face towards him.
"Yes," Sango replied simply. An odd look passed over Miroku's face—a hurt, sad look. It didn't seem to fit on his face. It was gone after a few seconds, though, and he looked—angry. Sango wasn't sure what he would do, but if he hit her, she would be sure to return the favor. Instead Miroku roughly pulled her against him, opened her mouth with a thumb on her chin, and thrust his tongue inside. For a split second, Sango stood there in surprise, wondering about his sudden change in mood, but then eagerly wrapped her arms around him, letting him slide his hands to the back of her thighs and lift her. Setting her rump on the counter, Miroku reached down to unzip his slacks and drop them to the floor. Pushing his black boxer-briefs down far enough to let loose his raging arousal, he reached in front of him to Sango's robe, untying the belt even as he slanted his mouth across her swollen lips. With her arms draped around his shoulders, Sango felt like she was being dominated, but since it was Miroku doing the dominating, she didn't mind at all. Gasping into the kiss when she felt Miroku rubbing her womanhood with his right hand, Sango unconsciously spread her legs farther apart. Miroku broke off the kiss, looking into Sango's dilated eyes as he pushed his longest finger into her body, pressing against the pearl of nerves with his thumb. Sango's mouth dropped open and a moan came tumbling out.
"How can anyone get enough of you in one night?" Miroku breathlessly said in his low, steady voice. Inserting a second finger, Miroku thrust his hand harder, bringing his left arm underneath her right knee. "I want to make love to you every day for the rest of my life." Sango was having great difficulty catching her breath, and it felt like all the blood in her body had pooled to where Miroku was manipulating her. Everything was throbbing warmly. Miroku, now reaching for a deeper spot, returned to one finger, slowing the pace down slightly. "God, Sango...you're...you're so wet." Sango's face was flushed with excitement at Miroku's downright naughty words, and she bit down on her lower lip, still giving little breathy moans that hissed past her teeth.
Miroku then removed his wet fingers, licking the moisture away and placing his other arm underneath Sango's left knee. Sango watched as he pulled her to the edge of the counter, holding her knees up and wide open. Brushing the tip of his arousal over Sango's entrance, Miroku looked into Sango's eyes as she clutched at his shoulders. Suddenly thrusting into her, Miroku let out a low groan, not stopping for a break but keeping up a fast pace.
"Ohh! Ohhh! M—Miroku!" Sango gasped out, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounded into her, creating a scalding friction. Both were breathing fast, and both had already forgotten what it was about which they almost fought. A more intense orgasm than she had felt last night was forming in her deepest muscles, and Sango was close to screaming at the high tension she felt. Miroku took his arms from underneath Sango's knees, pressing them against his side to indicate that she hold onto him and encased her in his arms. Sango locked her ankles behind Miroku's body, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Sango...God, you're so tight," Miroku groaned, driving deep into her body. For a couple of long minutes, Miroku worked his hips, rolling them as he squeezed into her body. Sango's voice came out as a breathy cry, which rose in pitch as her climax built up. He clutched her to him, bracing one hand on the counter behind them, which tilted them backwards slightly and changed the angle of his pelvis. Sango's head dropped back, and her thighs clamped around Miroku's waist. A harsh, carnal sound broke from her lips, and Sango at last orgasmed, digging her fingers into Miroku's shoulders. Miroku penetrated as far as he could push his arousal and let himself go, gritting his teeth as his groin tightened and released. Letting out the breath he had been holding, Miroku sighed, rubbing Sango's back and giving her a few extra little pushes, which earned him a long, soft moan. His seed was hot inside her body, which felt incredibly good to Sango, but it made her realize something.
"Miroku...we...we didn't use any protection," Sango said, still holding onto his shoulders.
"Good," he sighed, still running his hands over any bare patch of skin he could find. He felt Sango tense a little, and leaned back. Stepping out of the pants still pooled around his ankles, Miroku said, "Hang on," and lifted Sango from off the counter. Walking them to her living room, Miroku carefully eased them down onto the floor, which thankfully had new carpet. Spreading the material from Sango's chest, Miroku lied over her, looking at her skin in the light of day just now coming in from the living room windows. Sango almost lifted her hands to cover herself again, but was able to endure Miroku's lustful scrutiny. "I want to have you in every room in this apartment," Miroku roughly voiced, leaning down to take the peak of one of Sango's breasts into his mouth. Sango's mouth was open in a heartbeat, and she felt his manhood filling her again very quickly.
"But what about work? We have to be there s—soon," Sango managed to say as Miroku moved to her other breast, flicking the tip with his tongue. Sango let her feet touch the carpet, and Miroku leaned up, removing his shirt even though his underwear was still halfway on.
"We'll get there eventually." Lying down again and dropping kisses onto Sango's neck, Miroku pulled out slightly and pushed in again, maintaining a moderate, shallow pace as he rocked into Sango's body. Sango wrapped her arms around his shoulders, making small noises with each thrust of his thick length into her tight muscles. "Tell me how it feels, Sango," Miroku asked in a strained voice. He increased the pace only slightly, rolling his hips a little.
"It—it feels...ohh! It's tight, too, but...don't stop. I...I like—how full I feel," Sango finally said, having trouble expressing exactly what it was like. Miroku licked and suckled at the skin on her neck and beneath her ear, bucking into her and trying to keep himself from speeding up too fast. Sango slid her hands down to the small of his back, and one continued down to hold onto Miroku's backside, riding the pumping muscles. She spread her feet farther apart, softly moaning every few seconds as they made love on the floor. When Miroku deepened his thrusts, Sango hissed in reaction. "Ohhh! Miroku, it's...so far inside and—uunnhh! Don't stop!" Sango was writhing slightly underneath him, and Miroku waited for her body to figure out what it wanted to do. He maintained his thrusts, full and hard, but was also trying to keep his mind on something else due to the pagan noises Sango was making. She bucked up into him for his next thrust, and Miroku groaned loudly.
"God...just like that, Sango," he said. Needing very badly to finish, he increased the tempo, straight-arming away from her and closing his eyes. Sango had both hands on his rear, pushing him in as she bucked her hips. Grinding against his hips, Sango brought her pelvis up one last time, gasping and crying out when her inner muscles thudding heavily, sending out aftershocks that made her legs and arms shake. Miroku threw his head back, groaning at the ceiling as his length pumped out seed into Sango's safekeeping. His arms could no longer hold him after his orgasm subsided, and Miroku collapsed onto Sango's soft body.
Sango took in large amounts of air, absently playing with Miroku's dragon tail of hair and staring at the white ceiling above her. Why didn't he use protection? Why didn't he care? If he...is he trying to... Swallowing once her breath had returned to her, Sango wanted to ask Miroku about it, but was too anxious about how he would react. Finding the best words she could think of, Sango quietly said his name, and Miroku brought his head up to look at her with a lazy possessiveness in his eyes that gave her skin goose bumps.
"Why didn't you use any protection, Miroku?" Sango softly asked, searching his face for a change in mood. He looked uneasy for a few seconds, but it was gone quickly, and Miroku cleared his throat.
"Will you marry me, Sango?" he asked. Sango's eyes were wide, and she gasped, surprised beyond belief and just plain overwhelmed. It didn't occur to her that she might want to be upset that he proposed to her after having unprotected sex, or that the proposal was given while she was on the floor with him still buried inside her body. All Sango could think of was how happy she felt. Blinking rapidly as moisture gathered over her eyes, Sango wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought his lips down for a thorough kiss. It was answer enough, and Miroku returned her kiss full throttle. Breaking off the kiss to whisper fervent words of love to each other, both pecked little kisses wherever they could, hugging each other and laughing.
Half an hour later, they managed to finally get ready to leave for work that day, already fifteen minutes late. As Sango left her bedroom, dressed for work in a black pant suit with her hair tied loosely below the nape of her neck, she found Miroku in her kitchen, having already set out the jelly-covered bagel he had prepared from the groceries he brought back earlier. Miroku couldn't help but take hold of her shoulders and land a short, lusty kiss on her before sitting down to eat, and it was 8:30 by the time they left. Draping her purse over her shoulder, Sango turned off the kitchen light when there was a knock on the door.
"Who would be visiting me?" she asked herself, giving Miroku a confused look as she stepped in front of the door and peered through the peephole. Seeing no one there, Sango figured that the knock was just for the next-door neighbor and swung open her apartment door. Seeing two men standing just out of range of the peephole, who were about to dive for the door, Sango screamed and tried to shut it. Miroku's eyes went wide and he dove for the door, trying to close it before they could get inside, but two grown, muscled men versus Sango and Miroku was no match. The door burst open, which sprawled Sango and Miroku on the floor. One man reached for Sango, and the other for Miroku, but neither was about to give up without a fight. Miroku threw himself backwards, so that the meaty guy going after him landed on his face, and Sango kicked up, landing her the toe of her high-heeled shoe right where it hurt the most. The man's face turned beet red, and he looked as if he couldn't breathe.
The second guy, who had been going after Miroku, grab Sango's arm roughly, hauling her up and drawing out a very wicked-looking gun. Miroku, finally up on his feet, stopped dead in his tracks.
"You two are comin' wit' us," he drawled out, pressing the barrel of the gun to Sango's temple, "or else the girlfriend is going to make a pretty paintin' on the wall." The other man came to his knees, wheezing and coughing. "You okay, man?" The other thug gave him a look that could kill, but the first guy just shrugged.
"Don't hurt her," Miroku said in as calm a voice as he could muster. If they hurt one hair on her head...they're dead men. The second man finally got to his feet, catching his breath and stretching his neck.
"Someone wants to see you," he said to Sango, who looked awfully uneasy. The man gave her the once-over, sneering. "Don't think you can kick me in the balls and not pay for it." Pointing his pistol at Miroku, he continued, "let's go, buddy. I'm sure he'd like to see you, too." Leaving Sango's purse and jacket on the floor of the apartment where she dropped them, they all entered the hallway, shutting the door behind them. The two thugs escorted Sango and Miroku down to the bottom floor, tucking away their weapons before they crossed the ratty lobby of Sango's apartment building, but keeping tight holds on their hostages' upper arms. No one in the lobby seemed able to look Sango in the eye. No one is going to help us... Silent tears meandered down her face, which got Miroku's jaw clenched in anger.
They were stuffed into the back of a van, where a third man sat at the wheel, smoking a cigarette. The van had opposite-facing seats against the sides, like a paddy wagon. All three thugs looked like they were in their early thirties: dark hair, square jaws, and huge fists. Probably related, Miroku mused as one guy tied his wrists together. Sango and Miroku sat opposite each other with their own personal thug sitting next to them.
"What do you want?" Sango shakily asked as the man whom she had earlier kicked tied her wrists as well. "Why does someone want to see me?" Miroku almost wanted to tell her not to say anything, but he kept silent. The guy in front put out his cigarette and turned the ignition.
"You'll find out when you get there," was all he said. Miroku was planning on watching where they were going, but of a sudden a black cloth bag was pulled over his head.
"Hey!" he yelled, trying to pull it off. A hand on his forehead bumped his head back against the side of the van, and Miroku felt the vehicle begin moving. He became even angrier, but sat still. He heard Sango's muffled voice as she asked why they had to wear the black sacks over their heads, but no one answered. After a couple of minutes, he heard Sango yell.
"Stop it! You bastard!" Sango, who couldn't see anything, was sitting peacefully when a hand touched her thigh. She had simply jerked her thigh away, but was hauled onto the guy's lap, and he proceeded to put his hands wherever he wanted. That's when she began kicking and screaming.
"Damn it! What are you doing, you asshole?!" Miroku yelled, trying to hear where the guy was so he could know where to hit him without hurting Sango. The thug next to him was laughing. Miroku lunged forward, but his laughing thug grabbed his upper arm and slammed him back against the van wall.
"Let me go! Stop it! Stop it!" Sango yelled, trying to move her arms. She was still facing towards the opposite side of the van, with her hind end sitting in the thug's lap. Feeling his manhood reacting to her, Sango thrashed even more, but the one arm around her had pinned her own arms against her sides, and the thug was roughly grabbing her breasts, squeezing them overly hard. Miroku, groggy from the hard knock to his head, swayed where he sat, trying to get his bearings so that he could dive forward again.
"Damn it, Joey, would ya put the girl down, ya sick bastard?" a voice said from the front of the van. "I'm trying ta drive and if ya damage the goods den Boss'll do more than kick you in the balls." Abruptly, Sango was tossed to her original seat with a growl, and she sat there sobbing.
"S—Sango...are you okay?" Miroku asked the air in front of him. He felt a shove on his arm and landed in the middle of the van. Sango continued to cry, and Miroku heard his thug tell him to shut her up. Miroku reached forward, finding Sango's shins.
"Sango..." Miroku said. Sango sunk to her knees on the floor of the van, and Miroku brought his tied wrists over her head, looping his arms around her and holding her against his chest. Shushing her as best as he could, the last ten minutes of their ride passed in peace. Miroku listened as they stopped somewhere, and the three thugs got out of the van. Hearing seagulls, Miroku knew they were very close to the water. He took his arms from around Sango, but before he could bring up his hands to pull of the black sack, someone grabbed his arms and roughly pulled him from the vehicle, which got a gasp from Sango, whom he could feel grasping for his ankles before he was set on the ground. She gasped again when someone else pulled her out, and he heard her feet touch the ground.
"Forward," the driver said, and both felt a light shove in their backs. Walking over asphalt, Sango could smell saltwater and feel the ocean breeze through her clothes. The sun on her body abruptly disappeared, though, and her footsteps began to echo, as if she had entered a large, empty warehouse. She was positioned somewhere and heard someone tell her to sit down. She could feel a chair against her calves and took a seat. Sango couldn't hear where Miroku was, but she did hear someone say the word "bastard." Of a sudden, the black sack was pulled from her head, and Sango looked around. Gasping in surprise, she saw Kohaku sitting on the floor of the warehouse, bloodied up and giving a man in a suit a dirty look.
"Why'd you bring her into it, Nara Ku? She's my sister, damn it!" Kohaku yelled, wiping his bloodied lip with the back of his hand. Onigumo merely chuckled, smiling slightly.
"Perhaps you'll tell us where you stashed the money now that you've got more incentive," he sneered, looking at the other man sitting in his warehouse. He nodded slightly, and Miroku's head was revealed, which got a smile out of Onigumo. "This is just perfect. One of the CEO's of Durst and Sung, here to help us out. How'd you find him?" he asked the thugs, who stood behind their hostages.
"He was with the girl in her apartment, Boss," the driver said. "Still wearing his clothes from yesterday," he added, indicating only one thing. Kohaku didn't respond, obviously worried about other things, but Onigumo lightly laughed some more.
"Bring the other two in," he threw over his shoulder to the two thugs behind him. They entered a side room with yellowed glass windows and hauled two people to their feet. Sango watched anxiously, and covered her mouth when she saw Rin and Maru being half-dragged towards them. Both were in regular clothes, barefoot. Maru was obviously angry, and Rin's face was unreadable. She didn't seem surprised to see Sango there.
"No, no...put Rin next to me," Onigumo said, half-sneering, half-smiling. Maru looked really irked now, and Sango looked over to Miroku, who was looking just as ticked off. Maru was roughly thrown into a rickety chair, and Rin was gently pushed down into a sturdier-looking chair next to Onigumo, who put his hands on her shoulders. Rin tensed, but did nothing. "Now...we have a party."